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Book One
"𝘕𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢, 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴."
Chanel is bored of her lousy home life and is ready to graduate and move on wi...
"Woah..." Maeve's jaw dropped as drool pooled out. I smiled softly and giggled at her. But she wasn't wrong, the club was a 'Woah'. It was light with dim red and blue lights that flashed all over the place. The dance floor was full of sweaty people and the bar was crowded with customers.
The DJ started playing 'Poetic Justice', I glance over at the girls to find them slow dancing on each other as they sing along.
"You can get it, you can get, you can get." They sang with the song. I laugh at them, they always know how to let go and be laid back. "You guys want drinks?" I asked and yea nodded in response, telling them I'd be right back I make my way to the bar.
"Hello beautiful," The bartender says giving me a flirty smile as he wiped down the area in front of where I sat.
"Hello..." I glance at his name tag and continued. "Malcolm." I say returning a smile to him.
"What can I get you beautiful?" He asked. I've never really had alcohol other than beer, wine, and vodka. I wanted something heavy to get me to let loose more.
"I'll take-"
"She won't be having anything." A voice interrupted, but not just any voice. It was him. Liam DeLuca. I gaze up at the bartender who looked scared from Liam's presence.
"Excuse me, but your not my Dad!" I sassed back as I spun around in my stool to face him. He looked agitated. Good.
"Why is your dad letting you go to clubs?!" He questioned again as if he was my dad. Fml. I rolled my eyes at his behavior, "Why the hell are you here?" I questioned back as I lift my eyebrow in curiosity.
His jaw clenched at my question and he yanked my arm, causing me to stumble out of the stool. "Estúpido! Will you let go!" I shouted as he pulled me through the crowd. I clawed at his hand that was clasped around my wrist, only for him to tighten his grip.
He dragged me down a dark hallway and into a nearby private room. "What the hell are you doing here!" He yells as he pushes me against the wall, the coldness makes my back shiver.
"Are you my Dad? No!" I snapped back trying to push him off. My hands push against his hard chest, I could feel his abs through his dress shirt. Fuck.
"No, but I am the fucking owner." He replies as he grabs my hands in one of his. His lips pull into an evil smirk as his head leans down to my ear, his plump lips brush against the nook of my neck making me pool in my panties.
